(2015)
Dutch tears (or Prince Rupert's drops) are an interesting curiosity. Quenched drops of molten glass, they can be hit with a hammer, but snap the top off them and they explode in shards of glass due to the release of forces locked inside.
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Out There: everything waits. half lit sheds, and fields of sheep, an ambling man,
In a flash the whole beach lashed, laughed, as another siren painted… sky blue skin competing dashed to the submarine cold Hot little beach rocket bodies
We dream of nothing sleepwalk to the end speak to no-one only pretend In front of my eyes is a picture
“All aboard”, the Captain cries music to my ears Up the fog soaked ramp the ocean mist already claims me into the wooden creaks
And to the next debarkle, Thunder gone minds, Sparkle, in the breeze of this midweek nigh… Nothing special to say,
Damn and blast and house arrest Before the lungs fail Ring-a-ring-a-roses No playing kids Blind-eye playground test
Run. Until your legs disown you and when you stop hold on to the thunder of your bei… fight through the chocking air,
There was a dandy from Whittling who ate 3,000 peas in one sitting He finished and said “oh Dear” what a terrible idea and forever and a day he’s been si…
Lost in this city I call to the twinkle star minds with a whisper the crowds respond with no words or time
Time is up time to senesce green usefulness sucked out left to hang our unburdened colour shines
A raucous laugh on a cigarette gus… A petal falling between the cracks… Playground bottles high as kites, What kids we’ve become. Doing time in the cells of mind,
Toys of war bought willingly by those who wish to be part of something
Hurried by the wind, my mind races across impassible reaches to where you too are watching in shared solitude There is no torture
Silence but for the ebb and flow of echos in a stilling mind reaching for a pause
Just don’t forget me, I’ll do anything, cover myself in jelly, If it’ll keep me on your telly. I won’t talk about babies in bunke…